Nun pursues happiness. OK, nun pursues girl.

So I went to the weekly Thursday night dance at the CSPC again, hoping to see Tall Girl, whom I met at the Bang. I wasn't disappointed.

Bad:
She was there with another woman. It would have been rude to interrupt them much of the time.

Good:

1. That doesn't rule me out. She says she's poly. I don't yet know which poly rulebook she adheres to.
2. We chatted. She rested her head on my lap in between dances. Um, squee.
3. The woman she was with, Girl Named After a Flower, is also pretty cute & fun to talk to. She sews, so I have to like her.
4. Tall Girl knows everybody. I met lots of peeps.
5. I went there in my work clothes plus a collar. Tall Girl & GNAF dressed up (or is it down?) for it, as did most people there. Oh my.

Weird:
Tall Girl may be exactly my height, but she's half my age. The excuse I've prepared is that it isn't the age, it's the mileage, and in important respects she has much more than I do.